"It's- uh, well, he works for the FBI."

That's just inconvenient.

"Guess you had to get your curiosity somewhere."

"That's mostly Stiles. I don't really get a lot from my dad, except my name."

Regan hums and tucks that away for later. "Do you have any questions for us?"

"Allison said you guys came from San Francisco. Do you miss it?"

"I like having more time with my girls. I kept busy before we moved here, but my priority is family."

"There was a big art scene in San Francisco and I was attending a few classes. I miss that. But... nothing much else. We move around enough that you tend not to linger of those sorts of feelings."

“I had gymnastics, and an archery club, but I can do that here.”

Conversation continues in this vein. Gerard asks a few more questions to throw the boy off guard, but he recovers quickly enough. Promising.

Scott asks Allison about archery and Regan about art. When he can move the topic of discussion away from himself, he does.

He can hold a conversation around intimidating people. A skill that Regan is actually impressed by.

"We should plan for another dinner like this. Dad will feel left out otherwise."

“We should. He’ll be sorry he missed it.”

“Yes, it was a lovely evening. It’s a shame Victoria couldn’t make her special recipe today. She makes a mean pot roast.”

“I only make that for special occasions,” she says coolly. The special ingredient in that dish is wolfsbane, so she doesn’t much like bringing it out too often.

“Yeah, this was nice. Thanks for having me.”

He doesn’t get up from the table until someone else does.

Victoria is first. She begins to clear the table, and naturally, expects Allison and Regan to join her.

Regan stands and starts clearing. "Do you need a lift home? I could drive you."

“That’s okay. I have a ride.”

“Follow me. I’ll walk you out.”

He glances at Allison and Regan, who are busy clearing.

”Okay.”

Follow.

Regan waves, heads into the kitchen and leans against the counter to listen in on their conversation. She doesn't really bother hiding this fact from her mom or sister.

"That was a wonderful performance you put on in there."

"...I'm sorry, sir?"

"My daughter hasn't said much about you, Scott, but I know that you're a teenage boy who jumped on my granddaughter the day after she arrived in this town. Proceed very carefully. I remember being a teenage boy. I know what they're after."

"You don't have to worry about how I'll treat Allison, sir. I could never hurt her."